The sky of Neo Jakarta never knew night. There was no time for sleep.“Still daytime… again?” someone muttered in the distance, exhausted, on the verge of despair.Beneath the colossal dome owned by the Sky Central System, an artificial neon white sun blazed endlessly.“Twenty four hours. No breaks. No mercy.”“Work… or die.”“Those are your only choices, right?” another voice replied bitterly.In the depths of the Sudirman Cyber Slum, millions of humans moved like corporate zombies.“I haven’t reached my energy quota yet…”“Me neither… if I fail today, I’m done for.”“Please… I just need a little more…” But today, for Arka, the clock had finally run out. His breath hitched in his throat inside the sterile corridors of the City Central Server. His cheap corporate shirt was shredded, soaked in a cocktail of sweat and motor oil. In his trembling right hand, Arka clutched a bionic microchip no larger than a pinky nail, pulsing with a faint, dying blue light. "Nara’s Consciousness Chi

Jenderal Sudirman at eight o'clock in the morning was the absolute definition of a living hell. The artificial sun of the Sky Central System blazed mercilessly.“It's hot, feels like it’s burning my skin,” he added, staring down below.On the streets hundreds of thousands of people moved in unison.“Hurry… I’m almost late…”“I haven’t met my quota yet…”“Today’s deadline, damn it!”They walked stiffly. Like programmed androids. Their eyes were glued to the bionic screens on their wrists.No one looked at each other.No one spoke.“It’s quiet,” Arka whispered.“Quieter than a graveyard.”The only sounds were the rhythmic clicking of formal dress shoes.Click… click… click…The endless hum of the city’s massive air filtration engines.On the top floor of an abandoned building overlooking the main roundabout, Arka sat behind a row of secondhand laptops bought from a bionic flea market. Behind him stood the five Fallen Angels, their arms crossed, looking impossibly handsome in their new h

Time remaining thirty days. The digital countdown in the corner of Arka’s retina blinked at an accelerating pace, flashing an unstable, warning yellow hue. Beneath his tightly buttoned black shirt, the bright blue bionic fractures from Nara’s consciousness chip had crept up to the base of his neck, throbbing with a sharp ache every time he drew a breath. His body was counting down to its breaking point, but tonight, he had to attend a lethal performance evaluation. The Aetheria restaurant stood tall on a floating platform in Sector 01, piercing through Neo Jakarta’s thick layer of smog. This was an exclusive sanctuary for the high ranking executives of the Sky Central System. Its walls were crafted from military grade bulletproof bionic glass capable of withstanding tactical missile strikes, while the floor projected digital flowers that bloomed and withered in seconds, perfectly synced with the real time fluctuations of the stock index. In a secluded VIP corner isolated by a

The darkness from the total blackout blanketed the Sky Tower like a colossal shroud. The sterile neon glare that usually scorched Neo Jakarta's sky was gone. For the first time in decades, the tallest building in the city looked dead.The outer layer of the cyber defense system was completely paralyzed. No retinal scanners. No DNA validation. No synthetic voices demanding authorization. Only silence.Arka stood in front of the main gates alongside the five Fallen Angels. His face was pale and his breath was shallow, but his eyes remained razor sharp. In his hand, he held a sleek black access card forged with god tier encryption that would normally be impossible for an ordinary human to touch."Jessica really put everything on the line," the silver haired angel muttered, eyeing the card."She didn't have a choice," Arka replied flatly. "Just like us."He swiped the card.CLICK!The doors unlocked. Without any resistance.They stepped inside. They bypassed layer after layer of security

GAVEL STRIKE!"The child custody lawsuit for Nara is hereby denied!"The Chief Judge's gavel echoed heavy and final, cutting through the silence of the Jakarta District Courtroom. To everyone in the room, this was just the end of a tedious family drama.To Arka, it was a brutal deja vu.Arka snapped awake on a hard, cold wooden bench. The scent of cheap bulk detergent from his wrinkled cotton shirt hit his nose. No blue bionic blood. No shattered god tier armor belonging to the Supreme CEO. His hands were clean, whole, and trembling violently not out of fear, but from the residual adrenaline surge of his memories.The timeline had been forcefully reset to ground zero. Remaining time to save Nara.48 Days, 00 Hours, 00 Minutes."I told you, Ka. The law is bought with assets, not tears."A thick brown folder containing his termination letter was shoved against his chest. Standing before him was Jessica in her premium blazer, flashing a chillingly familiar, smug smile. Behind her, a row